It's hard to understand the world of mortals | There are still many difficulties in the poems of beauty.
I'm not satisfied with smiling | I'm not satisfied with asking questions
Looking back on the past like water, looking at the past like flowers
I'm indifferent to the tears of the whole city
I don't look back on Mo Wen | I don't miss you
I wake up at dusk | I pity you alone in the spring and autumn.